What the boys have to say

Ever since I can remember, I have always been trying to grow up too fast.

This has done nothing but give me added stress.

I remember giving my word to my grandmother, promising her that no matter what happened, I would finish my schooling and graduate to make something of myself. After my grandmother died, that promise I made slowly faded away.

I was 15 and felt like I had nothing left in life. I was heartbroken.

I dropped out of high school a little bit after that, about the same time my parents got divorced. The court came along and did nothing but destroy my relationships between both my parents. I moved back and forth with my folks, house to house, but there was no way I could stay with both parents at the same time.

I couldn’t handle the pressure anymore, so I left them both and their (custody issues) behind me.

I went to stay with my oldest sister and her husband.

I got a full-time job at a construction/landscaping company and traded in a car for a new one. It felt so good jumping behind the wheel of my Firebird. I learned later that it is really hard to keep up with payments and insurance. I wanted to grow up so much!

After a couple of months passed, I was injured as a passenger in a company vehicle. After that, I was out of work.

I ended up back home with my mom.

It felt good to be home again. It didn’t take long for me to sort things out.

I am back in school and have a part-time job. It is a good start to being successful in life.

Hey, teachers! We would like to post at some of your students’ essays on the pitfalls and perks of boyhood.

Discuss the issues raised in this series and encourage kids — boys and girls — to write about their thoughts and experiences. We ask that teachers review the essays for appropriateness and e-mail them to